Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.